I would not have made a good mother. I am too self-centered and I am not good at taking care of other people. I remember when I was 10; I threw up in the middle of the night, in the middle of the hallway. I made a real mess and I didn’t know what to do so I cried out for my mother. She got up with me and rubbed my back as I stooped over, vomiting on the floor. I went back to bed and she stayed up and cleaned up the mess. I don’t think I thanked her. And now it is too late.
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